Post-move and officially on T, I am back to working out with the (semi-lofty) goal of developing boxer body. I’m no fighter, just to make that clear. In fact, I relate way more to Lovers‘ romantic metaphor expressed below than actual split-lip throwdowns:
That said, turn-of-the-century boxer gentlemen are my new favorite style influence/exercise inspiration. Check it out:
Boxers of yore looked both bad-ass and distinguished, in contrast with this guy:
Mike Tyson makes me inexplicably sad. Moving on.
And look at the slim-fit and tailored lines on this excellent tank top thing:
Their shoes are way better than more modern versions, though these are still pretty sweet:
A few years ago I went through a weird moment where I obsessively sought boxing shoes with no clear idea of how to incorporate them into my style. (Now I would just wear them with fashion sweatpants — obviously).
Though I will never have the build of Mr. Ali, I definitely admire his lyricism and poetic grace in/out of the ring.
Ali did this really cool thing where he’d wear all-white boots and shorts always. It was a simple style differentiation but it made him look crisp, clean, and modern.
This poor guy’s mug is something only a mother could love, but check out that thank top thing again!
He’s also wearing leggings? Let’s not speak of it.
I love the idea of modernizing a boxer look by marrying it with the current renewed interest in suspenders/mixing high/low style:
Check out THIS GUY, looking like a turn-of-the-century boxing gentleman on his day off (this is basically my current Sunday-morning dream look):
But for everyday excellence in the modern gentleman department, the award goes to the almost-otherworldly Philip Crangi, the amazing jewerly maker (AND former Providence resident, thank you very much).
Crangi looks like he quit work on the tracks and then won a duel, changed his shirt, and is now prepared to drink whiskey in your saloon. Fashion hero.
Anyhow, there’s something classic and inevitable about lean muscle coupled with trim white t-shirts/fitted collared shirts/beards. And everyone knows how I feel about adding tattoos anachronistically: it is a no-brainer style upgrade that looks excellent every time*
Today on the train I read a Susan Miller piece about Uranus’s (ha!) orbit through Aries, and how one of many interesting implications is that boxing might become a popular Friday night sport again (you should actually read it to understand how she got there).
Here’s hoping it’s less Ultimate Fighting and more smart-brimmed well-dressed fans and good-mannered champs who always have the gentlemanly grace to help the loser to their feet:
A guy can dream.
*Tribal tattoos possibly excepted here.
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